"pulled up at a stop light did drugs on the dashboard
look at the mess we made tonight..."

Love…,is such a complicated emotion.
Why did it have to make someone so happy one minute and then so miserable the next? Why did love have to force us to love someone so unconditionally, forcing us to hold a special place in that heart for the one that was always breaking it at the same time?
I guess…the heart was already brittle.
But when you place someone so dear to you in that special spot…. it’s all just easier for them to break it.
That special spot is the easiest to break, and the hardest to repair.

[Mood] [показать]nostalgic